Celtic Frost

Humilated in human form/We have to die to be reborn
Awaiting the final judgement/The dawn now lifts
Subjects of flesh/Slaves of lust
The cross has failed/You won't see the coming fall
A diviner's fire and soil
Flames, like flowers, like blood
Fires of freedom, flowers of doom
A surface of hateful hope
Oh subjects of pain
Lovers of death
You will feel
The yearning flames
Flames like tongues - like cries